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When he arrived at work, the boss gave him "the look." The one that said, "Why am I not firing you right now?"
"You're late, Palmer!" said Dan Karuthers, the new Editor-in-Chief of the New York Daily, quite loudly. "That's not a good way to start off!"
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Karuthers. It won't happen again."
"It better not," Dan said, still as loud. "You've come highly regarded from your college professors--let either of us down, you'll be finding a job somewhere else!"
Dan pointed Michael to the editor's office, where Michale went without protest. When the door closed behind them, he was motioned to a chair in front of the desk where Mr. Karuthers soon sat behind.
Michael sat quietly, embarassed, making sure he didn't say or do anything in the awkward silence to further his trouble-making. Mr. Karuthers flipped through a manilla folder, then threw it on the desk in front of him, making it clear that he wanted Michael to pick it up and look through it. Michael did just that.
Mr. Karuthers cleared his throat. "There was a murder in the Red Chapel district. Due to the particular brutality, rumr is already flying that it was Jack the Ripper who committed it."
Michael looked up from the report. "Jack the Ripper? In New York?"
"Pure speculation, Palmer. Though, it's an intreaguing concept that a serial killer who's still on the lamb from Scotland Yard is picking up where he left off some 13 years later. But again, there's no proof that it's him; it could just be some copycat. Since Jeff is sick, I'm sending you in to handle the story. Find out every thing you can on this murder. I want a full report on my desk by the end of the day. Hop to it!"
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AUTHOR OF THIS MESSAGE
Robwood
MESSAGE TIMESTAMP
12 september 2005, 10:41:16
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